misconception is the deepest growing root of evil
second only from the infinite-fear which spurred it
that deep knowing of loneliness, alone as fact
the classical conundrum, one brain in a vat

in the timeless void of pain
some things come more clearly
the hallowed weight of all my sin
digging through my skull and skin

hey there Mr. Extra
ordinary

missed the warning

sure, you looked
around
what did you see?
I wonder,

Mr. Extra
ordinary

everything
as it is

was.

how
could it be?

Mr. Extra
ordinary

trust placed in placid eyes
deep and honest lovely
gray in dimming light

in fat-and-happy friends
content in discontent, they
never loved what wasn't burned
by their hand

in blood that once
placed my newly broken face
where void-less eyes leaked
trust through some
cracked glass pane

inside i find self
deception healed wounds
scraping air for
some solid thing

madness creeps
my heartbeat with an
echo inside,
creeping
deafening

i want to die

there's nothing else
all they do is lie
who needs
trust

so let me die

loose steps drift back
and back

between the cracks
and
self absorbed hacks

uncertainty like disease
consistent,
though.

got a light?

beat them to the
finish
new and unused,
too

nothing now
alone

no one
all alone